Book pages. The sound of paper when fingers rub against them. Chirping in the night, the playful wiping of the wind at certain skin areas. The distant rumble of an aircraft in the summer evening sky, in which remnants of music still drift …

The trembling of the lights on the horizon. A flood of magical skin meets each other. Once again surprised by the moon. Is it allowed to glide along the night? As if it had already happened thousands of times, but that only sharpens it, like a knife …

Only whoever watches the night, really experiences the morning. Wooden boards crash on construction sites, it echoes through the endless, virtual space experienced only by „nobody“ …

If one studies silence, it becomes apparent that it is not separate, from conscious being, from presence. Of something that is already here that you do not need to do. It’s impossible to put a finger on it, you can not make it a handy concept to put it in your pocket. Consciousness can not be taken into the unconscious, one can not include it in „ones world“ …

Viewed from conscious being, the world of thoughts and their content is only seemingly real, they consist mainly of the past, which is repeated automatically, like a little pleasant dream …

Silent consciousness loves fresh awareness in the moment. The stepping out of „ones world“. The groping of senses. The roots of the world reach into wonder. Therefore, exploring conscious being is not factual, the more you like it, the more you fall in love with it, the more it shows up and mutual recognition happens, like in a mirror …

The surface of things is filled to the point of vomiting with prejudice and opinions. No matter what areas: art, relationship, politics, spirituality, one can not stand it anymore …

We believe we know the meaning of things because we have terms and experiences, but we do not really know it. There is an abstract level below the world that we think we know, like a deep sea, where realities live, that evade judgements and are free of them …

We can nail down the elements from which the world is knitted at the surface, but not at depth. If we are like a diver in being, in the billowing mixture of atmosphere, sounds and scenes, we realize that we do not know anything …

How ego works is best noticed in times when life pulls the ground from under our feet. What we desperately want to save, when losses threaten or our shortcomings are uncovered, is what our ego depends most on, what it clings to …

In our minds the old game to protect, to defend or to restore the ego sets in dramatically and yet just then is the chance to really stand by oneself and to switch from separation into relatedness …

In the shards we find a well-known sincerity, something that has much older roots than the ego. The ability to stand upright in the broken, with no hope, enduring the fire – in which the ego fantasies are roasted – connects us with our original humanity, a force beyond compare …

You are back at the beginning, not knowing what to do and silence invites you into her tent.
You have only dry bread and silence sweeps honey on it.
When your face is hard, silence loosens your facial features.
When your eyes are tired, silence is their balm.

You wander through a parched landscape as first drops fall from silence.
When you give yourself to silence completely, she gives herself to you …

Silence is intelligent, is the womb of wonders. Silence is the most valuable and yet it can not be sold – not even Nestle can do this – because it is available for free, everywhere! All space is silence, even if it is filled with sounds.

You take the first steps at the hand of silence, she holds the dance of your cells and receives your last breath …

When the clamp of compulsive thinking loosens, as if pulling a plug from the occiput, opening happens. From here leads the moment that has never been before. In which timeless the whole life flows. The only moment where you can be, present. What can be more valuable?

Silence invites into presence. The moment when you know that you are here, you are already present, because presence recognizes itself and you recognize yourself in it, as in a living mirror. By not repeating anything past and not knowing what is coming, the opening remains full of possibilities …

The glow of joy dwells in the presence. This is not about achievement, but about surfing, not about functioning, but about grooving, not about becoming, but about being, not about winning or losing, but about finding what you have lost to be born again, in the womb of the moment, to arrive in the new home …

The finite and the infinite move towards each other and meet at the mirror surface.Says the finite: Help me! Says the infinite as well: Help me!Calls the finite: I want to wake up! It hears the echo at the same moment …

If the finite waits, the infinite waits.
When the finite is full of gratitude, the infinite experiences itself full of gratitude.
If the finite complains: I have too little, I still need this and that in order to be happy, the infinite answers with the same words …

Says the finite: I already have such a yearning for you!
Says the infinite: I already have such a yearning for you!
If the finite extends completely into his humanity, the infinite already pours into it as well …

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Author: Briant Rokyta

Briant Rokyta is an Austrian artist based in Vienna. He follows the principle of PERMANENT CREATION in performance, drawing, painting, writing and sculpting and in providing lectures and workshops. PERMANENT CREATION is another way of viewing the world. Not through the rational mind but through art, through being, which is constantly creating itself: Each moment is creation and oneself is intimate part of it. Human society is also changing, a new level of relatedness arises and the age of separation is sinking. I find it helpful and joyful to use art in such a way to support this process in favor of a world that is more beautiful, integrative and playful. The best way of doing so is to show this potential of art, in various garments and as a way of life together with fellow artists. For further information please check out: http://www.briantrokyta.comView all posts by Briant Rokyta